05-26-2013, 04:18 PM
Of all the times to be glad to live in Colorado, the time the Cultists decide to spark a joint in the cab of a truck is chief among them.
Whatever the other Disciple does doesn't take long. They're only going a mile. The road wants for traffic but is not completely deserted and he doesn't speed. After five minutes, less, who even knows, time is relative, the pastor pulls the truck up to the curb and yanks on the handbrake and he waits. With the engine running and the radio dead it is the rise of her ribs and the sharp of her breath that catches his attention.
Sera and Jim come back to cognizance to find Pan has rolled down his own window. He rubs his lower jaw as he listens to Sera speak and when she comes to the place where the rhetorical question sits he cuts off the engine. The headlights aren't missed until they're gone. Aurora Presbyterian sits in the distance and they can't see the roof from here. He doesn't interrupt and he doesn't sigh until the very end of her stream of words when the sound comes out of him like he's been holding his breath and his judgment and everything else inside his head this entire time. Big as he is the sigh is a brief other entity for a moment and then he's removing a hand-rolled cigarette from the breast pocket of his work shirt, lighting it with one of the Cultists' lighter.
"Sounds better than going on the roof," he says.
The smoke isn't meant to feed an addiction but to Work. It's a small thing he does but he has to focus anyway.
jamie @ 4:11PM
[Prime 1: Watch the Weaving.
Coincidental, base diff 4. -1 diff for appropriate resonance.]
Roll: 3 d10 TN3 (2, 5, 7) ( success x 2 ) VALID
jamie @ 4:11PM
[+1 diff extending it.]
Roll: 3 d10 TN4 (3, 5, 10) ( success x 2 ) VALID
Joey as a Witness @ 4:16PM
[ Witnessed! ]
Whatever the other Disciple does doesn't take long. They're only going a mile. The road wants for traffic but is not completely deserted and he doesn't speed. After five minutes, less, who even knows, time is relative, the pastor pulls the truck up to the curb and yanks on the handbrake and he waits. With the engine running and the radio dead it is the rise of her ribs and the sharp of her breath that catches his attention.
Sera and Jim come back to cognizance to find Pan has rolled down his own window. He rubs his lower jaw as he listens to Sera speak and when she comes to the place where the rhetorical question sits he cuts off the engine. The headlights aren't missed until they're gone. Aurora Presbyterian sits in the distance and they can't see the roof from here. He doesn't interrupt and he doesn't sigh until the very end of her stream of words when the sound comes out of him like he's been holding his breath and his judgment and everything else inside his head this entire time. Big as he is the sigh is a brief other entity for a moment and then he's removing a hand-rolled cigarette from the breast pocket of his work shirt, lighting it with one of the Cultists' lighter.
"Sounds better than going on the roof," he says.
The smoke isn't meant to feed an addiction but to Work. It's a small thing he does but he has to focus anyway.
jamie @ 4:11PM
[Prime 1: Watch the Weaving.
Coincidental, base diff 4. -1 diff for appropriate resonance.]
Roll: 3 d10 TN3 (2, 5, 7) ( success x 2 ) VALID
jamie @ 4:11PM
[+1 diff extending it.]
Roll: 3 d10 TN4 (3, 5, 10) ( success x 2 ) VALID
Joey as a Witness @ 4:16PM
[ Witnessed! ]